I now live in grandma’s old house. My mom disapproves of my decisions, but with a bit of renovation, it’ll be good as new.

Or so I thought.

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_****_Day one:-_**

My legs are sore from running around and climbing the ladder to put on the LED lights to cover up the cracks. I feel grandma watching me, possibly even disappointed, but she should be happy that this house is even standing.

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Day two:-_**

“I’m on my way, Darcie.”, my sister huffs and ends the call. I’ve been nagging on her to come help me take off the stubborn mirror. It’s positioned dead centre in the bedroom which doesn’t match the vibe I was looking for.

Julie grunts and gives the mirror another tug muttering: “did grandma glue this with cement?!”. We pull together, using all our strength, but it still wouldn’t budge. “I don’t know why grandma even bought this mirror. The reflection looks weird.”, I complain as I take a sip of water.

Julie comes and sits next to me, “I told you not to live in this house.”, she says in a ‘I told you so’ manner. I hit the back of her head jokingly. It’s weird because none of the other furniture or picture frames were that stuck on….

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Day three:-

_**I’ve decided to just build around the mirror since no one could move it. I didn’t want to call any construction workers in fear of them breaking anything, plus, I just cleaned. I also couldn’t move my bedroom to another room because this is the best place for it. It’s big and has a decent design.

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Day six:-

_**I’ve finished renovating. The house looks great honestly. I’m laying on my bed, which I placed in the corner of the room since I don’t like a mirror to face the bed I’m sleeping in.

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_**I feel grandma watching. I hope she’s proud. That’s always been my goal of life. Make grandma proud.

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_**“Glad you finished your renovating.”, Julie says on the phone while stuffing her face with cereal. “Yeah, I’m glad too.”, I sigh.

“Can I come over? Mason is out with his friends. They’re going on a trip together. Without me.”, Julie scoffs in annoyance. Mason is her husband. I never really appreciated his behaviour but oh well. It’s her life not mine.

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_**While I sit all ‘single mingle’, listening to my sister complaining about her ‘husband’. She brought 3 whole bags with her, what the hell? Is she coming over or moving in?

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_**We get ready for bed together while I kick her bum for forgetting her dang toothbrush. All those bags and no toothbrush?

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Day seven:-_**

I’m woken up to a faint sound. I look over at my clock. “3 am”. Why-. . .

_knock. . .knock. . ._

I sit up slowly, startled. I head to the window, hesitating to open the blinds. I don’t want to see a creepy man out my window knocking on it!

I open just a little to take a peek outside, and I see…nothing. “Huh..”, I mutter under my breath. Is Julie’s husband playing tricks on me? “I could’ve sworn I heard some—“, I get cut off with a..

_Knock. . .knock. . ._

Now that I’m more aware and awake…it sounds like it’s coming from my mirror….my mirror? I’m probably just imagining it. It’s probably Julie just trying to freak me out. She’s sleeping in the room behind the the mirror.

“Oh I’ll beat that bum bum of yours when I catch you Julie.”, I mutter angrily, storming in her room. “I know you’re not asleep!”, I whisper-yell, but she stays silent. I walk over and tickle her under her arm pits…. She’s sleeping…. “Julie!”, I whisper-yell again. Julie groans loudly.

“You disturbed my beauty sleep..”, she mutters. “You disturbed mine! Why are you knocking on the walls?”, I pull her to sit up. She immediately turns serious when she sees the anger and worry etched on my face.

“I didn’t knock on your walls, Darcie.”, she’s not joking anymore. There’s a confused but concerned frown on her face. “Are you sure it’s not Mason?”, she whispers. Why is she whispering?

“It’s not! At first I thought I heard it from the glass of the window but then I heard it come from the mirror!”, I whisper back.

Julie’s frown deepens as she stands up, going to my room and pressing her ear to the mirror. “So?”, I push. “Shh!”, she whisper-yells. That’s when she heard it. We _both_ heard it.

_Knock. . .knock. . ._**_ Thud. . ._**

A thud.

Julie’s face visibly pales, pushing off the mirror like it burned her. “Someone-…or some..thing is living in there!”, she says urgently.

It’s wasn’t grandma watching me all this time. . . .

[part 1]

_To be continued. . . _

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